Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 2 [COMPLETED]

Sigil 2

Nice of you to join me again!

I was just about to continue.

I don't know why it took me 4 months to get a job to fly over to the States. I also don't know if I've hit the point where I started imaging things but I could swear that somebody was deliberately trying to sabotage the trip. Otherwise how else would it take so long? I gathered enough favours for such a small request to be easily fulfilled. Anyhow I should be so worked up about it. I got the job, applied for the Visa Waiver Program, the pieces were finally about to come together, yet I was worried.

John failed to return my calls. It shouldn't strike anybody as a surprise at this point however he didn't even call me back when I told him via voicemail that I'm about to pack up and go. "What on earth is wrong with him? I don't recall him being this rude." Then I started to think that the demons found him and it's over. All that we've worked so hard on just blown away by the wind.

I kid you not, he really did die.

Seriously, it's like the worst running joke of all history and black comedy never was my things. I found it out a week before the trip. Yep, I was still determined about traveling for all the reasons mentioned previously so I kept on calling John whenever I could. I got lucky and one day somebody answered. My first thought was obviously that John is the one who picked up the phone. It was his cell after all. But no, it was his son Dean on the other end of the line. He told me that his dad passed away a few months ago and only now they could crack one of his phones.

At first I was shocked and was overall overwhelmed with emotions. I didn't feel good. For a moment I couldn't swallow my own saliva. I literally started gagging and was about to vomit. How does one deal with such an information like this while being on the phone with a stranger? I really have no way of telling. Yet it wasn't the time to indulge in self-pity or grief.

I got myself together and started talking with this Dean lad who is John's eldest son. That statement sums up all I knew about him. We couldn't have known each other for about more than 3 minutes when I was about to pour salt into the open wound by forcing myself onto him. Not in a sexual manner. What can I say? I certainly know how make a prominent first impression.

Turns out Dean wasn't such a wuss and he wasn't thrown off by the idea of helping me just because I made a pact with his daddy. Actually he seemed rather excited when I filled him in on the essential details about why I must leave for America. It was highly likely because he thought that I could provide more leads to catch Yellow Eye. Maybe it was the right decision not to tell him too much and saved the rest for the time being.

Next week we got in touch again. Told him where I'm gonna land and when will I arrive. He offered to be there with his brother and after that we should go together to find a place to stay before we leave. Actually it was more like my idea. I mean the flight is over 10 hours long and I'm not just a passenger but actually work. I knew for a fact that I'll be so darn tired that there is no way in hell to just go to town and be productive. Long story short: I'll be knackered as one can be. Taking some rest and worry later was the correct way to approach this matter.

As we said our goodbyes I was hoping for the best. Possibly it was the best time to start praying for a miracle.

(🎶Def Leppard - Hello America)

The journey there was surprisingly smooth. There were a few instances when I thought someone was following me but the traps haven't caught anything. Things were looking up. My colleagues were all nice and incredibly friendly on that particular day. I told them that I'll go on holiday for the next 3 months, travel around, see sights, visit relatives, "live while I'm still young". Obvious lies but they ate it up. The only problem I've head was with the security in Idaho. There was a funny looking chap who was obsessed with taking a look at the inside of my luggage. I talked him out of it, no big deal. I mean it was for his own sake. I had a few questionable items with me that probably would have freaked him out. I did him a favour by not letting him see the necklaces, bones, herbs and the graphical wards that I drew to protect the baggage. Like I said, "questionable".

I was looking for Dean and his younger brother but I only found one of them. When he introduced himself he asked me to call him Sam. He is very, very, very, very tall guy with shaggy hair, pretty green eyes and the looks of a Greek marble statue. A textbook case of the alleged "too good to be true" phenomenon. But I digress.

Sam said that Dean was waiting for us in the car park. He has a massive fear of flight so he rather stays away from airports in general. I didn't believe him but what can a girl do? I just went with the flow, nodded my head one or twice and we were on our way to get picked up by big brother Dean.

We were standing at the entrance when a mesmerising looking old-timer pulled over and the driver waved followed by friendly invitation to "Get in!". Sam opened the car's door, took my belongings and put it on the seat next to me as I was climbing aboard before leaving shore. Yes, I'm still talking about a car but really it was more like a joyride on a ship from the past. And the chauffeur... Okay, I'm not gonna dive into too much details but remember what I said about Sam? Well, holy smokes, I see the family resemblance. They didn't look like a pair of siblings however they were equally handsome, charming and charismatic on their own way. Because of these qualities I started to feel a tad bit better about the whole trip.